Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.